Sep 18, 2008

The Same The Same

Question: Have you asked yourself, what if you have a long lost twin out there? What would you most likely feel when both of you will meet someday? Weird. Akala natin, unique tayo. We were all wrong.

I had a classmate, when I was in high school, and we looked (in comparison) the same. Maybe due to the eyes, nose, shape of the face? I dunno. But it was fascinating. Mas hawig ko siya comparing to my own biological brothers.

I have a younger and an older brother but we lack the sameness. We all even had different height and weight:



These friends of mine are lucky to have a twin from the showbiz world:

ashley and iya villania. both friends of mine who haven't met yet.


mish, a friend of mine who always been mistaken either as a Korean or from that celebrity.

Pero heto yung matindi. People who weren't celebrities at all. People just like you, and these are my friends that weren't even related to each other at all:



the girl who wore pink and the girl who had that "roar!" look, are my friends from different regions. Believe it or not, they're not all related to each other. To each other. That's right. Even ms.pink and her two friends are not related to each other.


hepe(pink) and vayie(black). one is a friend of mine from up dharma down yahoo groups. and vayie, a blogger friend of mine. Another example of "not related to each other" answer.


Sigurado ba kayong mga anak kayo ng nanay at tatay niyo? wehehe!
I guess this is a proof that we are all came from Adam and Eve.

Kayo? sino hawig niyo?

Sep 14, 2008

My Name Is Solo, Han Solo

(don't mind the time and date of this blog in blogger. i finished this at around 1:08AM, Sunday Sept.14, 2008)

Originally, I will meet someone and spend the rest of the sunny gloomy day in a near by mall. However, she had plans. :-( so I went alone and braved the Saturday in full force. Why? Because I had no plans to stay at home all day thus the adventure began.

First was the haircut to one of my long time stylist. I thought a hair cut might kill the frustration and loneliness. But it didn't. Yes it made me feel alright just an hour or two. I miss the barbershop. When I was a kid, our father would brought us to the end of our street barber shop that has some bold star calendars around the walls. It's one of the, I think, "macho" image of these brute barbers. Or perhaps those calendars are one of the stationary "offered" services aside the massages and shaving. That barber shop introduced me to Christina Gonzales and Gretchen Baretto. But mind you, mas chismoso ang mga barbero kaysa sa mga stylist. The talks would go from Politics, sports, politics, sabong, jueteng and politics and showbiz. Minsan, pinag uusapan ng mga barbero ang mga tungkol sa kapitbahay at usapan sa AM radio. While Stylists today, like the ones in Bench Fix Salons, had been to several seminars to become top notched hair dressers...

Stylist: Chigo, tapos na.
Me: ay! salamat Sir!

Went to the receptionist/cashier to pay the 3 digit amount. My goodness. Perhaps my old barber will finally have a reunion with my hair after so long.
Scary.

Since I love to read novels I checked out national bookstore's sale books section. I found some of my interesting titles and authors however I didn't crave in and bought them. My heart just won't crave for something for that time due to the point that I was alone. Books failed to give a smile on my face. Pity. The books were shouting "Buy Me! Buy Me!" at me. Sigh, not this time, fellas. Maybe next time.

Next stop, Greenhills. While on a jeepney, it's crazier to think that the whole world conspired to make fun at you. You see people with someone, clasping hands, embracing, kissing and some couples would smile at you. Shit. I went off, grab my fare ride and went to another jeepney. But have I been in a worst case scenario?! Now, the radio will kill you with love songs. I tried to ignore it and exclaimed on my mind "Somebody... save me!"

While on Greenhills, a horde of love teams from all sides of the mall were on me.
I'd felt the worst, for the life of me. Yes indeed.

I went to McDonald's since I left home skipping lunch. While on the line, I read the menu. A week ago, I was craving for the double cheeseburger meal. But the one meal that called my attention was the happy meal. Since I'm in pursuit of happiness, I would gladly want one. I roamed around and seek some kids ordered a happy meal. Yes they were happy due to the star wars toy but they're kids. Kids love toys. And I doubt if my loneliness will lowered down due to a toy or the meal itself.

Cashier: Sir! Good evening! May I take your orders, Sir?
Me: Yes, Good evening! Is the happy meal would make me feel happy? I badly need one. (then gave her the serious but polite look)
Cashier: Sir, I'm sorry. It's not a contentment meal, Sir. And there's a note below on that meal that says: "No Therapeutic Claims"
Me: Hmm... Sounds delicious.

***

Cashier: Ehem! Sir? Sir? Yung order niyo po?
Me: Ha?! Ah.. isang double cheese burger meal. :) Go Large na! I mean.. Go Bigtime na. :) (Sabay kamot sa ulo) (Napangiti na lang ang kahera.)

While seated in the corner of a four chaired set, I can't help but to notice the difference between being alone and being with someone. Practically everyone inside have someone. Either a friend, a loved one, a father with his two kids, barkada, or an old lady with her cane. Ako? All I have was a book, a meal and two cellphones. I tried thinking that these things were here for me, pero iba pa rin yung may kasama ka talaga. Sharing the laugh, old new times, unsolved problems, the future or just random facts or fictions.

I got tired of thinking the could have beens and the should have beens. So I ate.

Afterwards, went to Krispy Kreme for a coffee and donut. The ambiance of the old McDonald's was getting heavier due to the rain and thunderstorms above my head and Mariah Carey hits!

A consolation prize from above? A free glazed donut from Krispy Kreme! :) It was a timing thing when they lighted up the sign at the window. :)
I read my book, sipping coffee and tried to get loose in Patricia Highsmith's "Ripley's Game".

Until Momma Dear texted and asked where in the world is chigo adona, thus I went home.

There's a whole new meaning of being lonely for me:

*The uselessness of a double cheeseburger when you're alone instead of sharing

*The cold soft drink that makes you thirsty and makes you feel warm.

*Fries that was too salty.

*An empty chair beside you.

*A donut too sweet yet can be shared to someone.

*Panis na laway na dapat sana ay nagagamit sa pakikipag usap.

*Twenty peso bill good for two en route to one mall.

*A hair cut which needs a criticism.

*Timezone Powercard good for an hour and a half fun in a videoke machine.

*Having both hands which were made also to hold someone's hands.

Pick your choice.

Disclaimer: No. No. No. I never held it against her. It was my choice to go alone and spent time alone with myself. It's just that, you can't help but to be disappointed in a little way. I thought going off alone and pushed the moment all by myself would be fun and exciting. A wrong move indeed.

Advisory: Never order a happy meal when you plan to eat alone. It'll just worsen your miserable situation. :)

Thought For That Day: You will start to appreciate the little things along your lonely escapade. A warm smile from the cashiers, the greetings of a security guard, a fair wind that dampens your face, children roaming around and doing some childish things, an empty chair, the taste of your burger, the replies of your friends to your GM's and many simple things. :)

Sep 9, 2008

Epic Proportions

I still have a hang-over due to the mushrooms of blogs that talked about their amazing experience in eraserheads reunion.I wish I have been there. That was like a part of an era. Not just a year we called 90's, but also a beginning of something.Please don't ask me why I missed my chance to go there.

I can't help but to analogize the heavy influence I got from this amazing quartet. If my dad have Duran Duran, The Dawn, and Tears for Fears, and my mom have Beatles, ApoHikingSociety and Martin Nievera to be said that they were a part of that evolution in music, then I could proudly have the 90's in my soul.

For me, ehead's introduction to the scene was one of the most beautiful thing that happened. Their music was like a first dose antiseptic applied to a wound; or a pre-requisite to the subjects on a curriculum.

Then as perceived, I started listening to other bands from then on.

As we grew up, you will notice that most of what you're listening in levels up. Remembering the growls and angst of Slapshock, Greyhoundz and Quezo (Originally Cheese), they were also the ones you (I'm talking about people who born from 1982 to 1990) listened to.

Fast forward to 2007 and to the present times. Presently, it is a silent challenge for most artists to create an era. No. Definitely now's not the good time for the next eheads, rivermaya, juan dela cruz or regine velazques to name a few. Yes, kids today knows the difference between sounding like their influences and just having influences as a daily source of energy and oxygen. Yesteryears, we craved for a sound we could dance with it, sing with it, laugh with it, cry with it, and bang our heads with it.

Yet the priority today is to create good, magnifying and quintessential music. And if I may sight a band that signifies those adjectives, I'll put Updharmadown on the top of my list.

This band gave meaning of growing from my musical roots. Truly a brave new influence I've got in recent years.

They're about to finish their sophomore album as I speak. They even documented some of the process of making the album. I guess to be more personal and more mind-seering as possible to the listeners; that creating music weren't just money on the bank, hit after hits, booze, drugs, sex and noon time shows.

Hindi ba't mas masarap pakinggan ang isang album kapag nakikita't naramdaman mo kung gaano ito pinaghirapan at pinaghandaan?



Sep 1, 2008

Fruitless Needless

Another Olympics with zero medals.
Another year with no vocalist thus no gigs. Umuwi ka na Jijaw! Miss na namin tumugtog!!!!
Another month had just passed still no avail of something from my collegiate life.
Another week had just passed and I'm afraid I am losing my "creative" touch to blog.*

I need a hug.
I need you.
I need neve.
I need tons of courage.
I need substance.
I need (fill in the blank) ______.
I need to believe to something physical.
I need a painting/portrait by the work of ms. acey.


*ms.laurene also is currently suffering from a mild chronic degenerative phenomenon which what we called "blog creativity deterioration". That may unfortunately result to writing this way:

thequickbrownfoxjumpoverthecandlestickandisuckinplayingpoolwithfriends!

normally, without the disease, you are likely to write like the ones here and here.

Help us with this disease, vayie! :'(